I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine.
Her silence says everything she needed to say.
Lie down and look up at the ceiling and breathe with those curiously fragile lungs of yours and remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and heaving. Don’t worry.
—The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in Your Home,
Night Vale #31.5,”Condos” (via servigon
» LEAVE 2 SHIPS IN MY ASK AND I’LL CHOOSE WHICH I SHIP MORE
So I went in to my friend/roommate’s work to get a pizza. He told his fellow me employees “watch this guy, he’ll rob you blind”. So I said “shut it boy or I’ll just have my mom raise your rent”. They all started laughing at him, Me 1 Him 0.
I wish I had a dramatic puberty transformation where I became hot. Mine was reversed.